Lyrics

This Thing Called Lifeby Chris Wilhelm

‘Cause I ain’t askin, for your permission
To do, what I was born to do
You may have your, own vision
You may have your, own truth
So won’t you listen, then ask your questions
May you find hope, wherever you roam
I’m goin’ up to the Blue Ridge Mountains
Gonna meet my savior on a clear afternoon

(CHORUS)
This thing called life
We’re all in it together
Through the stormy weather
It’s not all bad news
I hope you feel connected
To the folks around you
May you look out your window
to see a brighter day...

The things we do, when no one is looking
Gonna jump on the table, gonna go through the roof
When I was just a little boy, there was so much joy
In singing these songs
Cause nothing was wrong